I don't have time to deal with an assistant who's not reliable.

Shang Zheng followed behind me like a disgruntled child, tending to the wounds on my hands.

His fist was injured when it connected with Huang Yu's face, scraping his hand against his teeth.

"Tell me what happened back then."

I applied an adhesive bandage to Shang Zheng's hand.

If there were really any mistakes seven years ago, it would be outrageous.

"You were so eager to make money at that time, and I wanted to help you earn more. But you didn't appreciate it and insisted on joining the crew."

"When there was a break, I quickly went to apologize to you. Xiao Yan said you went mountain climbing, and I found you at the foot of the mountain."

We argued back then because I wanted him to join a highly skilled crew, but he wanted to participate in variety shows to earn money quickly.

And at that time, I was indeed in need of money. My father had an accident, and the ICU cost 20,000 yuan per day. My stepmother didn't want to pay, so she came to me.

I looked through the glass at the man covered in tubes, feeling a mix of emotions.

He was the one who used to lift me up and fly around when I was a child. He was the one who told me after high school that he didn't have money to send me to college.

I gave all my savings, but I still couldn't save my father.

At his funeral, my mother found out and scolded me. She blamed me for using money to save someone who was destined to die instead of using it to send my half-brother, from a different mother, to an international summer camp.

But at that time, Shang Zheng was still disobedient, and the kind-hearted Huang Yu appeared just in time.

"Then why didn't you tell me back then!"

"After the program, I hurried back to shoot. Two days later, I went to look for you, but you were nowhere to be found. You didn't answer my calls, and I thought you were angry."

Shang Zheng looked even more aggrieved as he spoke.

After I treated Shang Zheng's wounds, I went back to the hotel by myself and opened a bottle of whiskey.

It's ironic that the person I carefully rewarded turned out to be the one reaping the rewards.

What I once thought was my reliance turned out to be a self-delusion.

I lay on the table, reflecting on my messy thirty years of life.

The more I thought, the sadder I became. I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, but the sorrows only multiplied.

One bottle of whiskey was not enough.

I called the hotel to bring another bottle.

The doorbell rang quickly, and I stumbled to open the door.

But it wasn't a hotel staff member who brought the alcohol.

Shang Zheng stood at the door wearing a hat, his face looking grim:

"You're the one who lost me, yet you secretly got angry."